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Book Review: Dog On It by Spencer Quinn

Sunday, October 25th, 2009

Dog On It Spencer Quinn Book ReviewDog On It, the first of a series of Chet and Bernie mystery novels by North American author Spencer Quinn, is an invigorating story of companionship and challenge that invokes the senses and tugs at the heartstrings of young adults and dog-lovers alike.

Narrated by Chet, the police-trained dog that was eliminated from the final round of police training for an act that we can only assume was out of Chet’s character; Dog On It provides an entirely new point of view. For the first time, we are given the chance to step away from those things that we understand most clearly and see the world from a dog’s point of view.

While Chet may not understand the human behavior and the idiosyncrasies we all maintain on a daily basis, his understanding of the world relies entirely on his senses and strong canine intuition. Bernie, the down on his luck detective, seeks refuge in his relationship with Chet, speaking to him as if he were his human detective partner and often asks questions with the hope that one day he may offer a response. While Bernie struggles to find his next paycheck the disappearance of teenage Maddison gets Bernie back on track, both fiscally and emotionally.

Former Williams College graduate, Spencer Quinn- a pseudonym for Peter Abrahams, writes from Chet’s point of view with an insight you’d expect from a canine expert. We’ve all wondered, at some point, what a dog was thinking or feeling and Spencer Quinn gives us the opportunity to cease those curiosities.

We cannot help but wonder how Spencer Quinn becomes the dog’s voice in the novel and find that it must be a result of his living in Cape Cod with his wife and beloved dog Audrey. His knowledge of canine thought and dog-like behavior is uncanny, leaving the readers with a profound new sense of understanding of their own pets.

The first few chapters really delve into Chet’s psyche. His every movement is narrated. From the comfort of laying under the table up against a cool wall to the smell of a braised rawhide setting his senses wild, the reader is left with the answers to questions any dog owner has ever wondered- what is going on in my pooch’s mind right now?

The story opens in suburbia, somewhere West of New Mexico, with Bernie’s inebriated entrance late one night. After the divorce, Bernie found himself desperate. Although late coming home, Chet forgives him and indulges in a nice scratch behind the ears just the way [he] likes it.  We begin to feel for Bernie’s loneliness as Chet describes what he sees and smells. The smell of alcohol on his breath was difficult to mask, although he probably wasn’t trying, Chet explains. By the time Maddisons eccentric mother pleads for Bernie’s help, we are almost thankful that something has ceased the endless sorrow and desperation in Bernie’s life.

The mystery begins with the disappearance of young Maddison and her uncharacteristic involvement with unsavory characters prior to her disappearance. In contacting The Little Detective Agency, Bernie Little’s own detective agency, Bernie is given another chance to make his life a success- regardless of how much his former wife took with her.

Private investigator Bernie Little and his canine counterpart, Chet tackle the challenge of finding the gifted student after her last encounter with a drug dealer and only after making contact with the drug dealer, Ramirez, does Bernie find evidence that her disappearance is entirely unrelated. During their investigative adventures through the desert following leads, Bernie and Chet end up in the most precarious of situations with unlikely foreign individuals with thick accents, undistinguishable in nature.

The story follows the typical mystery guidelines, however, the canine twist sets it apart from all other mystery novels we’ve seen. The novel, meant for adult readers, may be better suited for young adults and pet-friendly readers, as the canine voice and intelligence is far below the common adult. Though unchallenging a read for most adult readers, the story and perspective lends itself to becoming one of the most unique novels of 2009.  Aside from several references to drugs and guns, Chet’s otherwise juvenile-speak would be a great story for young adults looking for exciting new variations of fiction mystery novels.

Quinn’s first effort at a first-person, canine narrative is brilliant. Not only are we forced to see the world through the eyes- and ears and nose- of a wise canine detective, but we are also forced to step out of the human perspective- in return, gaining more knowledge than we expected. The obviously studied perspective of our underrated pet pals is impressive and comforting because for once we can feel a deeper connection with our pets. For those of us who have, or ever have had, a pet, Dog On It is a great novel for expanding our narrowly human perspectives on life.

Reviews by noted publications such as Publishers Weekly claim Dog On Itwinning debut…that fans of classic mysteries are sure to appreciate.” And its 7th place standing on the New York Times best-seller list in March of 2009 is clear indication of success. Chet, although a fictional character has adapted to the virtual realm and has his own Facebook fan page, Twitter account and website at www.chetthedog.com. His following is primarily one of dogs and dog-owners; uploading photos and comments from dog-fans nationwide. The following itself is evidence enough of how involved readers become with Chet’s character.

Dog On It is great because we don’t become too involved in the trivial human challenges in life which is a true respite from the dramatic and otherwise exaggerated best-selling novels in its company. A lovely Private Investigatory tale – or should I say tail.

Dirty Santa Monica Beaches Need Rescue

Friday, September 18th, 2009

dirty beach santa monica pier

A recent article in the Santa Monica Daily Post discussed the need to improve the cleanliness of the local Santa Monica beaches by netting off the Santa Monica Pier  from seagulls that desecrate in and around the water. While I agree that  Santa Monica beach pier area has a lot of birds, it is still their natural habitat and netting off their homes and hatchlings seems, well, like the least of our problems.  Their solution was to hire the Bird Busters to net the area beneath the pier- a home to baby birds and gulls alike- for a mere $100,000. Instead, they could spend a fraction of that cost to clean the trash from the beach. (see photo at right)

With California’s budget in the red as of late, wouldn’t you think that Santa Monica- a pet friendly and eco-friendly city would focus more on cleaning the beaches of trash rather than removing the gulls- in any way they deem necessary to do so? Our state needs to re-think budget allocation. Schools are lacking the fundamental requirements that students need in order to learn, State Parks are being shut down and worst of all- many California residents received IOU’s instead of tax refunds. But that’s a whole other issue.

Here is what I wrote to the Santa Monica Daily Post in reply to their article:

Editor:

It has come to my attention that part of the city budget is being dedicated to installing netting around the Santa Monica Pier. As a life-long, native Angeleno, I must agree that pigeons and seagulls are amongst several problems in Santa Monica, however, when it comes to keeping the public beach areas sanitary, far more attention should be directed toward efforts to clean trash, clothing items and vagrants’ belongings from the beaches.

It has been years since I last sat in the sand and enjoyed the serenity of Santa Monica Beach. Even if I am in the area, I find myself drawn to other, cleaner beaches. Although I do not spend a lot of time swimming, the sand and beach area are far more of a concern to me personally. There are a few reasons for this concern; the most important are littering, homeless, drug infestation and overcrowding. While overcrowding lends itself to the idea that tourism is flourishing, drugs, homeless and trash are far greater an issue than seagulls and pigeon droppings.

In an environment so closely involved with being eco-friendly and highly conservative by way of natural resources, it should reflect some kind of juxtaposition that the city is more concerned with animal feces than our own, human irreverence of public land we so often enjoy.

In the case of the bird netting being installed, It is my suggestion that the $100,000 budgeted for the bird netting be re-allocated toward funding beach cleanup, recycling, patrolling of the public areas and consistent maintenance groups.

Mia Taylor
Santa Monica
September 10, 2009

A Westcoast Mardi Gras

Saturday, January 10th, 2009

Venice Beach, Calif.

Crowds snapped pictures at every chance they could. Locals joined them in awe, grasping at soaring beaded necklaces.  The sequined jester swaggered on stilts, while Greek gods and goddesses waved from below. Though most may claim that Venice Beach, Calif. would regularly be occupied by such wild characters, Mardi Gras gave a reason for Los Angeles to join in the colorful Mardi Gras celebration.

Like they do every year, The Krewe of Grandview participated in Venice Beach’s annual Mardi Gras parade.

This group of Los Angeles locals includes scantily clad fairies, kings, queens and fantastic creatures. A Jester on stilts, Rapunzel and a cardboard robot join them, however, anyone can join them in the festivities.

Begining at 1 p.m. at the corner of Rose Avenue and Ocean Front Walk, as it has since 2001, the group from Mar Vista, Calif. parades up the Venice boardwalk every Saturday before Fat Tuesday.

Following the parade, french-influenced funk band, The Gumbo Brothers continued the Mardi Gras celebration at the Santa Monica Bar and Grill in Santa Monica, Calif. at 4 p.m. Their funky soul style sets the mood for traditional Mardi Gras activities. Traditional activities include loud singing, bead exchanging and beer drinking. The Gumbo Brothers play at the party following this annual parade, but this Cajun-style band can be found here every Wednesday.

Krewe of Grandview 2008- Venice Beach, Calif.

Krewe of Grandview 2008- Venice Beach, Calif.

A Review of The Wentworths by Katie Arnoldi

Monday, December 1st, 2008

A Disease Called Desire.

Growing up in Beverly Hills isn’t exactly my idea of a culture-rich adolescence and I guess that is why people are shocked when I admit that for thirteen years I too was trapped in the Beverly Hills Triangle, the sister Triangle known for swallowing the souls of otherwise productive members of society.

Beverly Hills can consume you if you let it, and it will, trust me.  It did for the Wentworths; Becky, Judith, Gus and more shockingly- Conrad and it is on a constant prowl for others. It will consume the very core of your human development and cause great delusions of superfluous and (seemingly) necessary desire. Unbeknownst to the victim’s conscious mind, these delusions can cause the misconception that things will fill voids and mend vulnerabilities. Each of the characters in The Wentworths’ subconscious minds seeks to fill voids by obsessing about their own desires.

The Wentworths, by Katie Arnoldi, is a novel of desire that goes far beyond the daily recommended dose.  The Wentworths’ desire runs their lives into the ground. Conrad’s desire for wealth and women, Judith’s yearning for perfection, and in contrast, Paul’s desire for normality.

In order for her to create the only reality she can exist in, Judith Wentworth must control anything and everything within her reach. Like most aging, posh and menopausal women of the Beverly Hills region, perfection is key. Her existence is based around the need for everything to be flawless.

Judith Wentworth spends more time looking in the mirror than she does communicating with the world around her. She analyzes, she studies, she improves (Arnoldi 14). In order to escape the fact that her picture-perfect family is not so picture perfect, Judith focuses on her appearance and leaves everything else on the backburner.

Inevitably so, this mindset creates dissonance between what is reality and what we create to be our own reality. In comparison, the media promotes this lifestyle by airing shows like The Hills and The Real Housewives of the O.C. The women in these shows are far more concerned with their fabricated reality than reality itself.

Contrary to popular belief, women are not the only ones affected by the Beverly Hills Triangle. It is widely known that cultures like those seen in Bel-Air and Beverly Hills foster the growth of shallow, distracted and pretentious individuals; even in men. Conrad Wentworth is the perfect specimen.

Conrad has a constant desire to fill the shoes that his mother never fit in to, but instead of finding a woman that could do so, he found young girls and sexually promiscuous women that all had a striking resemblance to Judith.  In order to get the amount of attention he needed, he got involved with girls that were unstable and overly attentive to him. His need for this attention ends up getting him in deep. 6 feet deep.

Conrad will go to great lengths for wealth. This includes knowingly defending guilty rapists and murderers because they have the money to pay him. Conrad is a real famous attorney. Thirteen year-old accuses a rap star of rape?  Conrad can probably get him off. It’s gonna cost, but that’s what money’s for.  (Arnoldi 16) The lifestyle he lives is that of a morally bankrupt individual.

In contrast to the moral bankruptcy, feeble attempts at perfect and hunger for affluence, Paul Jones is the example of an individual not yet corrupted by the Beverly Hills Triangle of doom. He desires in a healthy way, and desires healthy things.

Throughout the novel, Paul plays the role of the moral rock. Steady and logical (and obviously undamaged), he becomes the voice of reason. Paul recognizes that the realities of life would make Becky angry so he deals with them himself.  An example of this is when he finds, hidden in the mattress, things any normal boy might hide.

Paul’s desires consist of those things any unaffected individual might desire; a dog, a happy family and a healthy wife who has long given up the habit of popping sleeping pills to escape.

It is hard to believe that any one individual could remain untouched by such surroundings, but it is not an unreasonable idea.  Growing up and living in Beverly Hills really is a triangle similar to the Bermuda Triangle; before you know it, you have been consumed and it is a hard comeback to achieve.

The Wentworth’s constant desire is a disease that affects many. I have seen it first hand and could have easily fallen into the triangle.  With a lot of introspection and world-traveling,  I was able to pull myself out before it became too late. Reading The Wentworths by Katie Arnoldi was as close to reading the biography of life-long neighbors, only this time it was easier to shut the book and walk away.  The real housewives of the O.C. really have nothing on The Wentworths; and to be honest, they should be proud.

Imitation Passage

Monday, September 22nd, 2008

I had to imitate a passage from an author of my choice and I chose Fiesta 1980 by Junot Diaz. Diaz writes in the first person, past tense point of view which was a little difficult for me at first. I found it hard to include details like Diaz did but nonetheless, I wrote about a childhood “first time” experience of my own.

The first and only time I broke a bone I was on the monkey bars in the school yard. The sun was hot on steel bars and the woodchips below soaked up any and all moisture in the vicinity. It was dry. Dry and Hot. It was the second recess of the day, my favorite since it was twice as long and the ice cream truck usually came. I usually got a Tweetybird ice cream with gumballs for eyes, eating the gumballs before they froze was the key. It was no surprise that today I was found racing back and forth on my own since that’s where I usually was, trying to beat the record I set for myself last recess. The metal was hot; there was no time to dangle or dilly-dally.

I had to beat my record. The course was long and winding so I had to maneuver around the curves in order to keep my momentum. Michelle was there too, she watched me a lot and would sometimes even warn me if the woman with the whistle and high socks was coming to tell me to slow down. She often blew her whistle alarmingly to keep us kids in line and when she was gone we would go back to our business. Her high white socks and pristine Saucony tennis shoes accompanied a well-starched white blouse and awkwardly long plaid skirt. And that whistle. I tried. Eleven seconds.

A week later and I still had not beaten my record. I was so close. Today was the day I would make it across the steel jungle of bars in less than nine seconds. The ice cream truck blared a warped version of  Pop goes the weasel and I knew that if I was going to beat the record I had to beat the heat first. Tweety. By the time I finished my ice cream my hands were covered in yellow sugar and Michelle had borrowed a timer from Coach Smith. I ran to the bathroom to rinse off the leftover Tweety residue and stuck my hands under the new automatic sensor hand dryers. Impatient with not having paper towels I ran back to the yard and briefed Michelle on when to start the timer. It had to be perfect. Ready, Set…Go!

Under the monkey bars! Come quick! Michelle said to the woman in white socks, she slipped off and can’t move her arm!